In that garden, a huge banyan tree spread out its branches and leaves, and the sunlight streamed through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
Several birds were hopping joyfully between the trees, their songs carried into the ward by the breeze, bringing a hint of vitality and liveliness to the place.
Inside the ward, patients lay in their beds, their faces showing signs of exhaustion.
Doctors in white coats hurried down the corridors.
Their expressions were serious, but their eyes held a reverence for and dedication to life.
They raced against death here every day, doing their utmost to save each and every life.
This was both a point where life and death intersected, and an arena of struggle between hope and despair.
Wen Mian came to the window outside the intensive care unit.
Her gaze went through the window and settled on the little girl lying in the hospital bed inside.
